He's got a big novelty certificate to prove it.
The author of a new memoir tells us what it was like to work at the place that gave John Lennon, Jackie Onassis, and Philip Seymour Hoffman their final sendoffs.
Back then, I thought True Religion was the epitome of sophistication. To pay $167 for a pair of jeans had to be cosmopolitan.
It could also cause their crappy pick-up lines to get splashed all over the internet.
Khloe Kardashian said on television that she was thinking about using a parasite to lose weight, but like a lot of things that get said on reality TV, that's a terrible idea.
Before Kim and Paris, there was Angelyne. The woman who pretty much invented the whole "famous for being famous" thing talks with us about her iconic billboards, God, and the time she had an out-of-body experience.
The Death Row Records mogul appears to have run a guy over with his truck after an argument at a Los Angeles burger joint.
If you've got the dough, you can be buried among the Hollywood elite in luxury cemeteries so extravagant that they attract graveyard tourists.
Being "famous" now apparently means humiliating yourself over and over like you're a perpetual game show contestant.
When Stoya told me Janice Dickinson writes an advice column for Michael Turnbull's glossy independent gay magazine, Loverboy, I died.
Scott Stapp's troubles continue, as TMZ released audio of a frantic 911 call from his estranged wife, in which she accuses him of claiming to be a CIA agent tasked to kill the president.
It's pretty unlikely that all these women have conspired to ruin the reputation of America's number-one Dad.
A group called Soulsaver distributes pamphlets about the evils of homosexuality and the rock 'n roll lifestyle.
He's really upset that a lawyer had the gall to call him "crazy."
In the mid 1990s, Leonardo DiCaprio was the king of the world. He was also friends with Dana Giacchetto, a former investment banker who went to jail for misappropriating $9 million and claims he's the real inspiration for The Wolf of Wall Street.
If you've read a literary novel, listened to conservative radio, or jacked off to your mom's favorite erotica in the past 30 years, you've consumed media that's passed through Regan's hands.
This week, I attended the London production of Speed-the-Plow, David Mamet's satirical take on the American movie business, which stars Lindsay Lohan as a mysterious girl with nothing to bank on except her sexuality.
From Jack Nicholson to Monty Python to Kate Moss, he discovered and hung out with everyone you ever thought was important.
I talked to former hacker and leading internet security blogger Nik Cubrilovic about the process of stealing celebrity nudes, and to hear him tell it, the hacking skills required are pretty remedial.
Thanks to Sharknado 2 and a new perfume line called Shark by Tara, the former sex symbol is having a career renaissance as a camp icon.
Nicky Hilton hopes her new book, Style 365, will help girls stop dressing like celebrities and start finding their own individual style.
If you haven't seen the work of San Francisco-based artist Justin Hager you are quite frankly missing the fuck out. His illustrations are an amusing mix of celebrity culture and word play that might appear silly at first but will have you lurking through
The breakout star of the Gathering of the Juggalos was Ratchet Regi, a stripper who twerked on a 500-pound man's belly in front of Da Mafia 6ix's DJ Paul at an outdoor strip club.
A friend of mine recently told me there was a cell phone game that I needed to try. Not just any game, but an addiction taking America by storm—and set to make $200 million this year.